Wall Clock Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The beautiful clock is firmly fixed on the wall,
It has been there for years after years,
Many great men have appeared on this stage
And many have disappeared from here,
But the fantastic clock is still there with flying colours.
It is tireless with its ticking sound,
Pain and plight, peace and prosperity,
Whatever the case may be,
In every situation the clock remains unaffected,
No one knows how long it has been there,
Perhaps for many many years,
Since the very first of the existence of this kind.
As some experienced people say,
So many generations have crossed and incidents have happened in different times,
But the clock remains as it is,
Everyone stares at its class and excellence in bewilderment.
But that day when I watched it thoroughly,
I could see the slightly dark patch in its heart,
I became very excited that time,
Then watching it closely, I understood everything about it,
It was the wound of old age
Thereafter I confidently proclaimed
That the clock too had become the inevitable subject to the ravages of time.